Critics who thrive to Criticize.

 

 

 

Critics are the last ones to criticize “themselves.”

Dark Arrogance

(clip-art photo)

 

He chose his victims well…

Hear My Heart Cry: Monorhyme Poem

Poetry challenge: Monoryhme.

Thorny world, you numb my eye

Bleeding in hurt, a throat dry

Tears ooze, as my limbs lie

Wildly Cruel

Yet another day is dawning,

the sun chasing away the night.

The wilderness is bathed in light,

creatures large and small are yawning,

hunting to whet their appetite.

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Lapping up the chilly water,

from rivers flowing to the sea.

Hiding amongst the tall pine trees

so as to avoid their slaughter.

Building warm dens so not to freeze.

You murderer!

You are a murderer.
Your hands,
Your body, are
Stained with blood
And its rusty copper metallic scent.
Exotic, you say.

Look in your closet,
The evidence is there.
A skeleton.
Declaring your malicious cruelty

You proclaim your elegance,
You say you’re “high-class”
How apt, to live miles away while others do your
Dirty work
To satiate your craving wants.